Dahlia Tvd Novels & Stories

“Hair up or down? Want my genius opinion?” “Sure.” “Up, with some loose strands, baby’s breath, veil trailing behind… Snap out of it, sad bride. Come on, you’re killing the vibe.” “Look, I’m smiling,” she said, forcing a grin. Dahlia took Todd’s arm as they walked downstairs. “I’m going to cry, Dahlia. I can’t give you away.” “Todd, I’m barely holding it together,” she whispered. “Don’t push me, or do push me down the stairs and then…

She hung up the video call, and Tehilla stared at the TV screen in a daze. Hilda is actually the late Adrian Sanchez's daughter? The 60 inch big TV screen which overshadowed her gloomy face flickered to life again and started to broadcast news all related to Sahara. To be more accurate, it was the news of Sahara Damien, the daughter of the Damien Family.

I lower my head and capture her lips in a kiss. “What the hell?” Sunny’s voice pulls us apart and we all turn at once. She’s already moving toward the television, her body stiff, her steps mechanical, like she’s not fully aware of what she’s doing. Her eyes flick between her phone and the screen. She grabs the remote and turns on the TV. “No… it’s not true!” Dahlia’s voice bursts out suddenly, shaken as we all watch the news.

There was a bit of blood at the corner of Aldor's lips, and his shirt was slightly wrinkled. Keegan's expression darkened, as he stood up and said to Aldor, "Go take care of your wound first." "Yes, Mr. Kane," Aldor replied and left Keegan's room. Keegan shifted his gaze to Chandler and said, "Help her? How exactly do you plan to help her?" He turned the computer screen toward Chandler, as he spoke. The news playing on the screen displayed the video of Dahlia smearing Tung Oil on the stairs last night.

Replied Dahlia to her. Dahlia stood up when she poured the melted cream in her dress. She went to the cashier to have a wet tissue. Her phone was popped up a notification. Mitchell saw her phone screen pictures. It was Joshua decker. She was confused because she was familiar with the man in the photo. When dahlia went back, Mitchell asked her seriously. Dahlia who was the man in your screen pictures?” “Ah, he was my future husband soon, his name is Joshua decker the only son of Vanlimz family, why did you ask?” said Dahlia to her.

Lying through my teeth comes so easy. Dahlia's eyes glow a faint pink and she looks at the men. Knowing that she only sees me, the delighted look on her face amuses me. "My love!" She walks forward and hugs Trent. "Please help me... I feel so itchy..." she bats her eyes making Trent smirk.

The call was answered on the first ring. “Who is it this time, boss?” A gruff voice on the other end, sounding as tired and worn as I felt. “Dahlia Adams,” I said, then hung up. That was all it took. Now I’m going to find out everything there is to know about Dahlia Adam, how she became the woman she is today, and what the hell happened during those missing years. She didn’t even go to college, so how did she become a ruthless CEO overnight?

Dahlia: Because he's boring, and he's too protective, he'd probably try and track me down and kidnap me again Alec: yeah I guess he would, how are you doing anyway? Are you injured? Dahlia: only slightly, but I'll manage, don't worry, how are you? Alec : I could be better if you were here, but I guess its just my paranoia talking, you'll be home soon, right? Dahlia : I promise you. Alec: Good, don't go putting yourself in anymore danger, okay? Dahlia : sir yes sir, over and out, ill be home soon. Tell everyone I miss them! Alec : I will, goodbye, Dahlia Dahlia: Bye, Al

Dahlia said but it takes time for it to process in head. The idea is absolutely great but I have my doubts. “What if it doesn’t work?” Dahlia squirt her brows at me. “Of course it will work. Why do you think marigold’s sex tape made it to the net? Wasn’t it because of the money Tristian paid to him?”

Zahra sported a quizzical look born only out of curiosity. “Grandma!” Davies grinned as he tore himself away from me. “Meet Dahlia, the Lioness of Blackvines Pack.” Zahra’s brow furrowed deeper at Davies. “Oh, my dear, I met her already.” Angelina beamed, but anyone with probing eyes could see the nervousness behind that smile. “Zahra,” she let Zahra find her feet on the ground. “This is Davies, Derrick’s son. Davies, this is Zahra, Dahlia’s daughter.”